Will brighten a person's life, and make you feel good inside, that you have
gone the extra mile.

A phone call, an email, a card or a letter,

Will chase somebody's loneliness away, and make them feel better.

A kind gesture, asking them if they might have a need,

Will surely plant happiness within them, like if you had planted a seed.

Walking with a person through their life,

Surely will enlighten them, and make them feel free from all strife.

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Cate Espener March/05

Woman on the bus

With cell phone on

Yak yak, chatter chatter

I gaze upon pink mauve sunset

Tonight all three

Yak woman, sun and me

Will sleep then rise

To greet another dawn

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The Power Of A Word
Kerise Holden

I have the power to bend a man,

to break his spirit and crush his plans.

I can make the world spin round,

I can make lost hope found.

I can bring pain and I can bring sorrow,

But I can also give you hope for a better tomorrow.

I can make the strongest man cry,

I can make the weakest man try.

I hold the world in the palm of my hand,

Peace is waiting at my command.

I am love, and I am hate.

I am coincidence and I am fate.

I am everything you wish to be,

I am hopes, I am dreams.

I am chaos, destruction, war.

I am all of these things and more.

Oh the things I can do if only I am heard.

Such a power I hold, and I am just a word.

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shiva dances with me

alpana issar

silence bursts into music

when my thoughts lead my way towards you..

i can hear the flute and its fluent tunes...

and the drum's beats,

within my caged centre ...

consistently i hear those tones.

the grace of the our dance

ancient as when life started by herself

takes my breath away...

eyes locked.

and i wish the lips were too,

with each other's..

but here they hang precariously...

trembling and shivering in anticipation.

the sun sends his beams down . an orange gold.

centre stage, we hold a countenance...

of depth and intensity.

within.. we can hear laughter create a magical rhythm...

the sound of gaiety

baffling all ...but ourselves...

the silence of this music flows on...

and... .our steps slow down

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RAINDROPS ON THE WINDOW

SSYBLUEANGEL

rain falls and paints the windows with a clear liquid 1,2,3,4 clouds smother
the sky like a snow covered field silent crack, crack boom then a sudden
stream of light brightens the sky like a light house is fog signaling the
ships to come its way putting the ships in a deep trance drip, drip, drip

the sun tries to make it's way through the layers of clouds

finally it peeps through and the rain slowly disappears

colors shine

red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple

shaped as an upside down "U"

beauty makes it's way all around

nature has given us it's ultimate prize

after rain has fallen

BEAUTY

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SCARED BRAVE

By Tamara Beryl Latham, c2005

Boots,

still stiff from lack of wear,

too new

to know their path

in an unfamiliar land,

too green

to know the faceless

lie in wait.

Boots,

coated thick with mud,

as they step

into the present and the past,

on sacred hallowed ground,

and crumbled bombed out structures,

where an ambush

seals their fate.

Boots,

marching into chambers

of the mind,

through row on endless row

of tombstones drenched in blood -

as their cadence shakes us,

wakes us

in a cold and icy sweat,

to the lonely trumpet

sounding "Taps."

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THE HILLS OF MY MIND
Widmarc Clark

I'm walking away my troubles

I've decided to give myself some time

Where have I spent the last twenty years

I've been traveling in the hills of my mind

I got lost on a trip to Boston

I had a ticket I got in town on time

I did well I sold my product our latest line

I was lost in the hills of my mind

Like a businessman I was on a mission

If I made top salesman the mountain top was mine

I could buy all the things I wanted

I could not escape the hills of my mind

I have the ball and now I'm running

I found the end zone each and every time

I'm sure to be the worlds best salesman

Why was I lost in the hills of my mind

I must have looked like a traveled road bum

I had left a million in sales dollars behind

Now I was free even though I didn't have a dime

I finally walked out of the hills of my mind

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APRIL SHOWERS

M.L.BUTLER

It's like paint thinner splashed on the perfect idea. It smears the details.
The trees are still there, the sky is there, just distorted. Even if you
feel like dying you find yourself focusing on the asphalt and that damned
drilling sound. The painful realization that life is flawless. My new world
versus the old. They all run together like heaven and earth and words. It
smears the details. The trees are still there, the sky is there, just
distorted. The only hints we get are flashes of hatred and greed and guilt.
Questions are so obsolete now. It's that indefinite revelation. You find
yourself focusing on the clovers peeking through the asphalt and the
laughter associated with carelessness. The painful realization that life is
flawless. My own world versus theirs. They all run together like heaven and
earth and dreams. It's that secret you just can't share though you
occasionally hear them generalizing it all, not yet aware of the journey
ahead. It's like paint thinner splashed on the perfect idea. When the
details are smeared it's easier to make sense of it all. To see It for what
It is and not what you want It to be. Sure, I still look for the details,
but I'm willing to work around them. Maybe I'll get it right next time, or
maybe I'll get a clue, or maybe I'm wrong.

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Lost Impression

Ghejan I Andrei

(translation from romanian language)

Behind the mirror's mirror there's the abstract shadow...

In the stone hand, which floats on the water,

Lays down Ra's eye watching the show,

The right hand it is...but we think as the left one

And in the left one we're guessing...that's all we know.

We want to see what Brancusi saw:

The bronze clepsydra and the hidden signs in rocks

We dance in 3 a barbarian wails,

We dance...and we don't event think of

The song was wrote in 4.

The rounding spiral like an ADN carousel

Is shaking between the cortex and the dreams

We wish to see all through the mirror

Which strikes it back right in our head.

Preview is sad...there's just the shadow.

So I ask...like a lost impress:

-What's the point of the world?... just for guess?

If E=mc2 is true, and seems to me that's it: a perfect FIT,

And givin' a cold thought, that m could be or not...

You may take the E, I will always take the c.

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BACK ON THE WARD

Christopher J. Ananias

Wondering around the corridors

A strange place to be, an error of society

Unseen people

Moving around in circles, once in never really out

Rooms of therapeutic consequence

To an eluding circumstance

A fraction of distraction being noticed and challenged

A dissention of sane interpretation

Us mental ward types, doubts about our sanity for life

A cast of deranged actors

Attempting to live up to the stage

As our fright fringes the night, of our worries

And we become dark inside again

Strolling outside

On a pass with a plastic glass

Slippers and pajamas

Our uniforms to conform

To the corridors

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HAIKU:

*

at nest under the roof

sand-martines flied and depart

without address...

*

sunrise

the shadow of the plane - tree

bends toward the West...

*

jailbird

the cheery - tree at the garden near

when it bloomed don't see...

*

a thunderclap split off in two apart

age-long oak's trunk

as cureless wound...

*

the bird's migration towards the west

into their pockets have

passports without exit-visa...

kujtim agalliu

Albania

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JUST DANCE

talie zrihen

the subtle song of slow dancing no longer played across the radio

but in young lovers heads

dancing to no beat

but the cracking of wooden floors (boards) that have been placed centuries
ago

the movement of our (feet) foot prints leave an everlasting circle stained
into the wood

what song are you thinking of?

no song, no song could ever fit this moment just right

she twirls

the first twirl across the stage of darkness/hollowness

you, me, (a dim) spot light, and an old wooden stage

blessed upon by the first dance

a tear

but is brushed away by a quick spin to dead left

then pulled back into the arms of a security net

a left hand slowly moves to the lower(edís) of her back

guiding her to a beat we both canít hear

what do you think about love?

this is, shut up and dance

a half smile caress her face

then to a concentrated look to get the steps just right

follow my lead

123 spin

123 spin

1,2,3 spin

our heads start to spin

we obtain a (ďdizzyĒ) feeling like the first kiss

eyes gazing into each others

closer, hold me closer

our hearts become synchronize as they are pushed together

I love you

the beat dies down

I know, but for now, just dance

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WHAT IS BEAUTY? WHAT IS LOVE?

GEORGE ALBERT SKAFF III

Who says beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

I say beauty is strictly in the soul of the beholder,

This one realizes as the grow a little older.

Who says when two people love each other they should let each other know,